Kahrnak stood still while the elvator rushed to top of the Wall, although rushed was a kind way to put it, as it took it almot a whole day. Midway, he started feeling the thrill of the fight, and so, started checking his weaponry. His Cataphractii armor felt heavy but that was how it was supposed to feel. It was the best armor the imprium had after all. His autocannon was ready to purge those fiends in the name of Ferrus, Vulkan, and every loyal soldier fallen in this war. He took the his power axe and turned it on to che kif it was working correctly. In the case he got assaulted, wanted his axe to be ready.


A light finally appeared at the top. Although it was night time, the orbital bombardments made the sky take a orange-ish tone, without any star on it.


Kahrnak walked along the wall with his fellow brothers. The smell of blood was in the air. His sargent, Vic’Imon died a few days ago, slain by Angron hands. Now he was assigned to sergeant Herchel. Heard he was a tough guy, saw him a few times, but crossed no more than a few words. Still, he would trust him his life. Just as he thought of this, a fiendish three headed dog-like creature appeared in fornt of them, along with its master.


Most of his brothers rushed toward him. However, he started looking for a elevated position, and found it as a small concrete mound. Ready to fight, the auto cannon started firing his explosive rounds toward the demon.

All out attack on the Huntmaster with the Auto cannon.

The Robed Apothecary gave little more than a grumble now as he saw what was occuring - while the sight itself was certainly revolting, the veteran was not perturbed to any degree that would affect his combat capability. In fact, this only strengthened his resolve.

Something this ugly shouldn't be upon Terra's holy grounds. He thought to himself; and as such he did something very stupid.
He brandished his power blade and activated the energy field on it, his storm shield's flashing up as well as it readied itself to tank even mighty battle cannon shells or melta blasts should the need arise. But its goal was far different than intended; instead, he'd rush forward at the enemy 'sergeant'...

And with a mighty leap into the air, aimed to deliver a hell of a strong kick, in the wall's direction, in hopes of sending him off.


OOC: one defense on self with the storm shield, one attack; aiming to try and kick Orghast off

Rising Winds​

"Well are you not the most precious thing..." Orghast twisted his head just a few degrees further than should of been possible to look at Marcus. Robed figure flew and Plague Marine spun on his heel, power fist lugged around to meet him. Nearby combatants did not need to see the contact to envision ensuing shock wave as fist met storm shield and brother clashed against brother. Apothecary tumbled away from Death Guard, Orghast having won the exchange and slapped Marcus back to whence he came from. "The struggles makes the meat of victory that much sweeter to despoil Dark Angel." Something stole the Sergeant's eye, traitor casting his gaze towards Dyzek bearing down upon one of his diseased kin.

Sergeant Petroski moved as a whirlwind through sickening smog. Claws glowed brilliantly in contrast to the murk, sweeping back and forth through the flesh of another Plague Marine. Corrupted warrior gurgled something that the Iron Warrior could not quite make out before traitor's lower jaw, weighed down by several extra chins of discolored flesh, dropped and sizzling bile erupted from gullet. Ducking beneath it with speed befitting of one that had rode with the sons of Chogoris Dyzek immediately turns it into a roll to dodge flanking fire from Orghast. Rival Sergeant pelting empty ground with several bolts glistening with toxic fluids pumped into cursed weapon from his own body.

Kremnar discharges both pistols into a shade wreathed in the cloud of pestilence tickling his throat with pox and poison. Plasma lights the way and bolts follow the torchbearer into the nothingness, both vanishing and Plague Marine materializing with knife in hand. Plague Marine rushed him, shrugging off a shot from Zeussar that blasted blisters and a fist sized boil from its corrupt form. Blade was a heavy single edged variant with an angled tip, rust and corrosion marred its steel and were it not for darker forces at work the thing looked like it should of fell to pieces in the sturdy grip of an Astartes.

Traitor slashed viciously and drug cutting edge through a damaged segment of armor that the Sternguard had run out of repair cement long before it had even formed. Skin died around the wound instantly, turning black and platelets trying to clot the wound melting away before a feverish infection that pulsed in veteran's arm. Though personal reserves of pain killers had been emptied out of his armor several days ago the generous application of stimulants Marcus often delivered left the festering wound feeling numb and nonexistent.

Vilhelm's lascannon speared through the miasma. A Plague Marine that had been watching the foreboding mote of crimson tracking onto himself throws himself down beneath it with a practiced ease. What initially appears to be a melta-gun begins spewing a concentrated stream of sludge at the Iron Master, Vilhelm doesn't bother to dodge and lets his Cataphracti pattern immunity get mucked up seemingly without harm. Idomeneus the reborn surges forth to protect their Master of the Forge, a power spear blazing with armor shearing power. The fourth member of Orghast's squad marches out of the fog and claps him across the brow with a bolt pistol. Stunned the Olympian is promptly floored by a sweep of the legs.

Strong winds send a trench of clarity billowing through the Death Guard's screen. A large shadow passes over the Forty-Fourth, vanishing as quickly as it arrives. Stronger gusts follow and clouds briefly part to reveal a trio of monstrous figures hovering just off the wall: Plague Drones. Daemonic flies grown large as combat bikes and dripping with filth, swollen abdomens a nest of maggot like mouth stalks and stretched flesh morphed around the faces of partially digested prey. On their backs are humanoid figures, cyclopean daemons carrying rusted weaponry coated in toxins. One of them is a particularly bloated abomination that wheezes and visibly spews clouds of spores from pock marked sacks of fungus sprouting from his back; apparent source of at least the most local strain of pestilence in the air.

Several golden figures drop into the fray of magnificent heavily customized jump packs. Blades Encarmine and wrist mounted bolters are deployed with lethal intent and righteous prejudice as the Sanguinary Guard join the battle. A Blood Angel with a stern mask cast in gold and haloed by a sunburst reinforces the Seventh, moving upon the enemy with neither introduction nor acknowledgement of the Blackshields.

Iron Warriors:
Vilhelm: 24 (85+) Marcus: 17 (85+) Dyzek: 19 (85+) Kremnar: 19 (85+) Idomeneus: 15 (85+) Sanguinary Guard Alphonso: 25
Conditions: Dyzek: Flamers: 3 shots left. Like the Wind 1/4 - Inactive. The Pestilent Cloud will cause equipment to deteriorate and damage the Iron Warriors for 1 damage each turn.

Death Guard:
Sergeant Orghast: 20 Plague Marines: 15/14/15/15 Festering Father: 18 Plague Drones: 16/16
Conditions: The Pestilent Cloud provides Orghast and his Plague Marines with a free defensive roll against ranged attacks. Pestilent Cloud is being produced by the Festering Father. Plague Drones and Festering Father can only be reached by jump assault or ranged attacks this turn.

Red Thirst​

Nathiel is struck dumb as lightning strikes both Seth and himself. Huntsmaster's whip is a blur, lashing them with the same stone sundering force that it had the walls mere moments ago. In an instant both warriors find themselves wracked with pain and bodies coursing with crimson light as the greater daemon of Khorne raises his axe for the felling blow. Kahrnak's autocannon blunts a dozen rounds against bronzed armor, Bloodthirster ignoring him entirely. Terminator notes a sudden shift in their foe's eyes, dark orbs glinting towards something new. Powerful winds strike daemon and legionary alike, several Flesh Hounds flung from the walls while the Contemptor Har raises an arm, briefly tilting against the force of their newest arrival. Huntsmaster twists grip on his great axe and catches a massive spear head against its broad face, body leaning back off the wall and falling over the side.

Pinions of pure white and brass etched charcoal unfurl as Sanguinius and the Bloodthirster engage one another overhead. More drafts of raw power bleed off from the aerial duel, blows traded at blinding speeds that only an Astartes could ever hope to even glimpse a mere fraction of them; both fighters too fast for the naked eye and forms too grand for the minds of mere men. An echoing bark draws the three Terminators from their stolen fight and towards Karanak ripping into the fray.

Left head juts forward like that of an alert hunting hound, mouth opens and a spray of flame billows forth like a spear of fire from a jet engine. Vera watches two of her sisters die in the burning breath, twisting in agony before fire dies and their forms are left standing as statues cast in ash; Karanak ignorantly shoulders through the paired monuments in response to Har crashing against the beast. Other two heads bite down on the Dreadnought's fist, back hunched and necks craned down as beast stood taller than the walker.

"NO ABOMINATION, BELONGING TO NIGHTS OLD AND NEW, WILL STAY MY WRATH." Har closes his fingers around the upper jaw of center head and squeezes. Bones crack audible and daemon's eyes fly open with wild rage. Karanak squeezes back and both of the fallen Terran's surrogate fists explode.Karanak pounces forward towards Har's left side before slamming body against him. Contemptor stumbles towards the edge of the wall and teeters for a moment. A trio of Flesh Hounds scaling the wall leap upon him and added weight drags the Dreadnought over the wall and into oblivion.

"FIEND." Talus arrives too late, heavy legs lacking the swiftness to compete with Khorne's hounds. Karanak turns to address the next metal man and finds a swarm of missiles blasting over all three faces. Faces dip and Karanak rides out the barrage with his back, snarling ferociously. Once more the Hound of Vengeance looks up and into the face of another assault. Herchel and his squad march forth with hammers, spears, and shields arrayed against the monster. Sergeant leads the charge, fearlessly driving thunder hammer into the snout of left most head, collapsing a nostril and causing beast to flinch. Maws part to retaliate and several spears drives themselves into tongue and gums, two of Herchel's brothers just a step behind and using storm shields to pull him back while pole arms fend off the head.

A crossbow bolt skips off a scale, catching it at a poor angle and sending shot spinning over the ramparts. Cyber hawk screeches and swoops around, catching Vera's wayward shot and dumping it into her open hand as it flies over. Sister of Silence weaves into the cover of Kahrnak's firing perch, veteran Iron Warrior joins her, sliding back down the rubble as Karanak belches up a ball of hellfire toward the pair of them. Hunter's flames quest around the rockrete in search of prey but fail to reach either of them.

"You're clear, get back in there. Iron Within, Iron Without!" Gloran had lumbered up to Seth and Nathiel, helmet having long been gifted to another younger warrior some hours back the Indomitus clad Apothecary looks grim as ever as he restores their armors' supply of drugs while Chaplain and Champion recover from the brutal flogging.

Iron Warriors:
Herchel: 25 Squad Herchel: 50 Kahrnak: 25 Vera:20 Nathiel:25 Seth:25 Chief Apothecary Gloran:25 Talus: 10
Conditions: Sanguinius presence inspires all defenders boosting their strength and resilience.

Huntsmaster and his Pack:
Karanak the Hound of Vengeance: 140
Conditions:

Kremnar Eranite fired round after round with the double pistols at his target, with the plague marine ducking into a cloud of flies to utilize some sort of foul sorcery and avoid the dead on shots. Reappearing much closer to him with what looked to be an extremely tainted knife, the enemy sliced forward, the blade of the weapon just managing to catch a soft spot on his armor. Somehow, the sternguard veteran felt the blade's cut through not just his body, but his very soul, even as the extra stimulants Apothecary Marcus had shot into him a few days earlier kicked in, numbing, containing the damage and preventing its spread. Making a mental note to thank his battle brother should they both survive this encounter, he dove away from the Death Guard engaging him.

The battle, at least in their section, had turned into an all out scramble. Fighters from each side found themselves matched up with a counterpart on the other, and it quickly dissolved into what looked like a series of duels. Kremnar mag locked his weapons even as he tucked into the roll, and pulled out his power scythe as he came up, the blade locking into place from its stowed position. He came up and spotted their apothecary charging the enemy sergeant, while their own sergeant attacked another plague marine with lightning claws out. At the same time, the Iron Master and their newest brothers worked together to fend off another pair of attackers.

Turning to his own opponent, Kremnar drew back the power scythe, before sweeping forward with a strike. The irony of using such a weapon against the Deathguards had not been lost upon him, and he aimed to show these traitors just how deadly their own equipment was in the hands of those who held onto the light of the Emperor and their honor and fealty. Behind his immediate enemy, the sterguard veteran could see enemy airborne units arriving, along with the ping of a friendly force as well. Ignoring both for now, he focused upon his own target, knowing that he could turn his attention away from this Son of Mortarion only he had cut the disease ridden filth in half or more.


OOC: Balanced attack on Plague Marine 1 with power scythe, defense on self.

Bloodthirster didn't seem to care that much about either his or nathiel's speech, the daemon simply lashing out with its giant whip and almost felling Seth right then and there if not for timely intervention of the Primarch of the Blood Angels. Glorian dashes forward and stabs the Soul Smith with a new dosage of combat drugs after which the brutal attack of the Greater Daemon remains a distant memory, the flesh numbed to forget the pain instilled upon it.

Sparing only a glance at the duel of the winged lords above, Seth had no words of encouragement or disdain this time around. He had his axes at the ready and lumbered forward, ready to drive into this dog monster and start cutting off its heads, one by one.

OOC All out attack on Karanak with my axes.

Where his soul had been filled with enthusiasm before, Nathiel had been left with the bad taste insult within his mouth. It was not bad enough to watch his brother Seth cast aside as if but an insect, but to have that feeling thrust upon him as well, that was a rude awakening to the type of enemies they now faced. Such rage and raw power were alluring in a sense, to simply give in to primal feelings would be a welcome relief, but such was not the mind forged of Iron.

With the new injection of drugs from Glorian, Nathiel cast aside the shame he felt being handled by the daemon so easily. Watching his brother charge into the fray once more without hesitation was just the encouragement needed to regain a secure hold on his mind. Gripping tightly onto his thunder hammer and storm shield, Nathiel charged back into battle with a clear mind. Trying the same tactic as before, Nathiel tried to use Seth's attack to distract the daemonic hound and attack from a blind flank.

OOC All Out Attack on Karanak with thunder hammer from the flank.

The backhand sent Marcus sprawling with a grunt of frustration, his storm shield raised up once more - his arm was sore through it, and it amazed him (even if none would know it) still even after all these decades, how power weapons like his sword, or axes, were nothing in comparison to mighty power fists and their vehicle-damaging power, or the thunder hammer's explosive force.

Still, he wasn't one to give up so soon after seeing he was outmatched; he'd traded his combi-melta for the storm shield for a reason after all. The walls would not be a place he'd see as optimal for such a weapon; even if he saw now that maybe keeping it was better.

Ahh, well.

It mattered not - he gave his sword a whirl and charged forward, aiming to unleash his fury upon the plague marines in question - a leap up and taking the chance to boost his jump off of Kremnar's pauldron, he'd slash down and see about chopping through the plague marine, his weapon's power field crackling with azure fury.

His storm shield would remain at his side now as he fought cautiously - many stabs and slashes being delivered but with the shield in front of him, even perhaps using it as a bashing tool to knock his foe off balance.

"Focus your attacks upon the damnable pestilence," he spoke through the vox-channels that his loyalist brethren were using, mostly in regards to the beast above.


OOC: attacking Plague Marine 1, defense on self. Trying to direct the NPCs' fire on the Festering Father​

Herchel and the rallying of the solar auxilla-
Herchel went off to go see if he could find the commander of the solar auxilla after around some time Herchel would find one of there ranks a major in light power armor various parts of his armor had been burnt and had nicks and dents from battle he turned up to Herchel as he heard him coming. "Good to see you alive major, how are you and your boys. Got any idea how many of you and the rest of auxllia fared." Herchel asked looking to the major seeing him talking to a lieutenant before turning to Herchel. Well astartes if its anything to you, Its currently quite a shitshow between regiments and battalions of survivors of the auxilla that survived the battle currently we are trying to reorganize worst thing about it there trying to bring other regiments toghter whos coammnds been mixed alive and dead and trying to figure out to lead has been a mess, We are doing our best but so far I would say you astartes had fared better then us." The Major said looking up to Herchel. "Well now that ain't any good anyway we can help." Herchel asked looking to the man.

The Major looked up and put his hands to his chin as before a officer trying to call him over caused him to turn. "Well if you got anyone good with paper work or good with reorganizeing units on the turn on the fly we could use his help and advice," The major said looking up to Herchel, Herchel nodding before looking to the man. "I Know I think a few people that will help even if I cant get them I could spend some rest ime down here helping you guys out? Got any idea how many of you are up and still ready for a fight and we can depend on? The Major looked up to Herchel before back at the officer, "Well after reorganization I would say there would be a few regiment sized auxillas maybe left from the hundreds that were deployed, I would say for you black shields I think we can send at least a few to help you guys out on the walls." the majors said before he Heard Akar call him over. "Well thank you Major I Will be down to help you out and see if I can get any of the others to help you out by the way whats your name?" Herchel asked. "Names John, John Laminist, Your's Astarte?" John said looking up at Herchel. "Names Herchel, friend and I plan on seeing you down here can I ask for your vox if I see you up there and you need me or any of the others?" Herchel said. "Sure here take this numer." John said giving Herchel a vox number to contact him.




On the walls with the blood angels-
"Hey Jariel, Uziel?" Whats yours up to?" Herchel shouted several shots going down the wall as Herchel now promoted began firing down onto traitors attempting to come up fire and lasers turning much of them to ash or fire balls and sneding down. "67,73!" The two blood angels said clicking firing down stream into world eaters.flamers and heavy bolter lighting and and suppressing the traitor marines. "Yours Herchel and your squad." Herchel let down several missles sending down a posionus gas that began eating down several astares causing kill zone and blocking off several tacticals that manged to stop and take cover not daring to go into the phosphex. "at least 75,102, 88, 69,! " They rang up. "at least 85, Getting hard to track with all these bodies looking the same. " Herchel said, the blood angels chocking down some grenades as they saw another world eater charging coming up for them sending debris and hoping to create a reaction of debris fall for a avalanche.





The Legend of Cerberus and the Olympians Terminators-
Herchel could only watch in rage and horror as Har went of the edge of the wall the fall would likely kill him before the hounds due to his shear size weight and reactor, a part of him angry to see another old Terran fall and another part mourning his loss, Bringing his brothers up he would only hear for a moment the sound of classing asd spot for what almost what Herchel thought for a moment was a priamrch battling the huntmaster and supporting there squad, a bit of pride knowing another priamrch stood with them lit a fire into Herchel as he took on the beast called Kahrank. As the battle went on Herchel and his squad managed to get close enough to beat the the thing stab into it and get slice at it as it raised its head for attack another temrinator grabbed herchel and raised his shield to protect there sergeant.

"Good work brother lets keep the pressure up on the beast force it back to the gates of hell to guard once more or send it into the fires of hell itself!" Herchel said, Herchel recognizing the beast in a differnt name for him then what the daemon called it Kaharank, The Iron warrior had seen and heard of another name for the beast, Cerberus, the gate guard of hell keeping the damned from leaving and the living or others from entering at least before its time, looks like it took up a different job carrier. " Alright, Shield brothers stick near your brothers who don't have shields, Heavy weapons lets pepper this things eyes and have it have a tougher time seeing us. Lets keeps these daemons from bringing the gates of hell either further upon us then they already have and make sure we protect any who get near these abomiatnions" Herchel said letting out orders as he his Launcher of Vulgarity took aim and his thunder hammer went up in defense with his squad.

OOC Balanced attack Launching one phophex missle to one of Cerberus head center near the eyes to attempt to blind, One defense with thunder hammer

Kharnak saw Har falling down the Wall. Another brother lost in the war, another one to avenge. Thought he didnt say anything, he wouldnt forget him.


The Lord of angels was fighting the Huntsmaster above them. Iron clashing with iron. His auto cannon failed to hurt the fiend, the rounds did nothing to the Huntsmaster, nor did their brothers. However, he and the sister of silence almost got hit by the fireball. They may not be that lucky next time, so they better make sure there is no next time.


Feeling inspired both by the presence of Sanguinius, and his own desire for revenge, he raised his weapon. Their time was now.

As soon as he heard Herchel’s order, he aimed to the three headed hound’s middle head, and shot, with the hope of blinding it, and giving his brothers time to engage it.

OOC: Shooting Kaharank in the middle head, defense on self, triying to blind him.